"Little White Dragon, you don't want to be a poor monk's mount, the poor monk can understand it, and he won't blame you! You don't pursue it, and you don't care about the poor monk's business!"

Tang Mo sneered and said, "But don't take your vulgar thinking to think about others! The Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth is about to rise and sweep through the Three Realms, who can be spared?"

"Do you think that if you hide in this eagle's sorrowful stream, there will be no trouble? Do you think that if you eat and wait for death, there will be no problem?"

Tang Mo looked at the little white dragon contemptuously and said, "The poor monk told you that when the killing comes, you can't hide." Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that life is better than death!"

Tang Mo's words made the little white dragon feel a sense of fright.

Xiao Bailong suddenly felt uneasy in his heart, that is, if he didn't follow Tang Mo, these things would definitely happen.

Tang Mo didn't have the slightest intention of deceiving the little white dragon, the little white dragon was selected and had become half of the son of the robbery, even if he refused, he would eventually stop pushing down that road.

If it is forcibly reversed, it is very likely that it will really be killed, and it will be ominous.

The catastrophe of the Journey to the West was arranged by many forces, but this was also because of the change in the general trend of heaven and earth, so there was this catastrophe.

Since the beginning of Pangu, every other era, there will be a catastrophe, no matter what, it cannot be avoided.

The era of dragons and phoenixes, the first calamity of dragons and phoenixes.

Lich Age, Lich Apocalypse.

The era of the gods, the calamity of the gods.

There are so many secrets involved in this that there is no way to know about the Heavenly Dao, but there is no doubt that no one can stop it.

Tang Mo was very disappointed with the little white dragon in his heart, and he was not in the mood, so he stayed here with the little white dragon and continued to waste time.

"Wukong, let's go!"

Tang Mo turned his head to Sun Wukong and said.

He took Sun Wukong and was about to leave this eagle stream, and as Tang Mo left, the little white dragon was even more frightened.

It was like a whim, anticipating that soon, I would die of blood.

The little white dragon's eyes jumped wildly, although he kept telling himself that someone must have cast a demon spell on him, confusing his perception, but that feeling was so real.

The little white dragon's face is constantly changing, he just wants to be a salty dragon who eats and waits for death, but why does this world force him?

He felt that Tang Mo had not lied to him, and if he insisted on staying here, he would inevitably incur ominousness.

"Why? Why? Thief God, why are you forcing me to be a little white dragon?"

The little white dragon looked at the sky and cursed hatefully.

But in an instant, he changed into a smiling face, he quickly stopped Tang Mo, and hurriedly said, "Slow!"

Tang Mo's eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "Little White Dragon, are you really a poor monk and don't dare to kill you?"

In Tang Mo's eyes, this little white dragon is just a mess of mud, he can't support the wall, he doesn't have time, and the little white dragon is messing around here, after all, the Bull Demon King and Yang Jian in the back have to wait for him to rescue.

"Master, what are you talking about? What can't you kill!"

With a smile on his face, the little white dragon said shamelessly, "Master, I'm your mount, how can you kill me?"

Tang Mo looked at the little white dragon and was really shocked by the little white dragon's cheeky and ignorant appearance.

"Master, Little White Dragon, I have long heard of Master's name! Little White Dragon, my admiration for Master is like a surging river, endless!"

Xu was a little embarrassed by Tang Mo's eyes, and the little white dragon coughed lightly and said, "Master! I was just joking with you just now! How could I not be willing to follow Master to the West Heaven? That is impossible! To be able to follow Master and become Master's mount is the honor of my little white dragon's life!"

"Master, just now! I was actually joking with Master!"

Little White Dragon smiled and said, "Little White Dragon, I'm kidding! That's a way for Little White Dragon to greet Master!"

Tang Mo and Sun Wukong looked at each other, they didn't expect that the little white dragon would be so thick-skinned.

"Little White Dragon!"

Tang Mo's mouth twitched, and he said, "The poor monk has never seen such a brazen and ignorant person as you!"

"Man, Master, Little White Dragon, I'm not a human, I'm a dragon!

The little white dragon said with some grievances, "Master, just forgive me! Take me to the West Heaven to learn scriptures!"

【Ding Dong!Grievance!Negative Sentiment from Little White Dragon +100.】

Are you still wronged? I really don't know what grievances you have!

Tang Mo didn't know, what to say, he really had some doubts, what was the use of taking such a thick-skinned waste wood dragon to the West Heaven.

"Little White Dragon, you have nothing to do with the poor monk!"

Tang Mo shook his head and said, "You look at the Eagle Sorrow Stream, the scenery is pleasant, in this Eagle Sorrow Stream, to be a salted fish dragon who eats and waits for death, isn't it happy?

Tang Mo returned the words of the little white dragon just now to the little white dragon, and then said to Sun Wukong, "Wukong, let's go!"

"What is not a crime! I am honest and reliable, and the little white dragon has always been known for enduring hardships and standing hard work, and I can endure any hardship of the little white dragon! My favorite thing is to endure hardship!"

The little white dragon continued to chatter there shamelessly, as if the dragon who didn't want to go to the west just now to learn scriptures was not him.

Tang Mo shook his head and didn't continue to pay attention to him, communicating with such a brazen dragon for a long time would lower his grade.

Sun Wukong glanced at the little white dragon with disdain and followed, and the little white dragon walked up to Sun Wukong very doggedly and said, "Great sage! What do you mean by Master? Master, is this agreeing to me joining this scripture-learning team?"

"Great Sage, why don't you speak? Little White Dragon, I grew up listening to your legends!"

At this time, the little white dragon is like a qualified licking dog.

It's just a pity that Tang Mo or Sun Wukong didn't care about him at all.

But the little white dragon didn't care at all, that is, he wanted to follow Tang Mo's apprentice with a dead face.

Master Tang Mo and his apprentice continued to hurry, just like that, and nothing else happened along the way.

Along the way, there are just some thieves, bandits, or tigers and leopards, these creatures, without having to make a move, they are directly scared away when they release their momentum.

And under the little white dragon's dead face, Tang Mo finally reluctantly left him behind.

After walking for about two months, in early spring, they came to a mountain recess and saw that the shadows of the buildings were heavy and the temple was heavy.

From a distance, the golden light of the Dao Dao transformed into a bodhisattva's vision, condensed into golden chains, and constantly washed the void.

Even if you are far away, you can still feel a pure aura.

The holy light is vast, incomparably sacred, and the Buddha is contaminated with the breath of a god.

From the depths of his heart, the little white dragon felt a throbbing, which was an inexplicable attraction.

He couldn't help but say, "Where is this?"